The Dog Is Talking
the numbers were in and it didn't look pretty
you people surrender your minds so easily
they dumb you down and you know it
they dumb you down and you let them
but it wasn’t coercion either
basically we have many souls
most of them severe critics
at the dawn of time a single drop of blood
fell on Mother Nature's lips
and she was hooked forever
a million wasted sperm is no way to live
random selection had done its worse
evil had survived the millennia just fine
well what any human knows
is they can do better next time
the point is to insure a next time
the world had been flushed
down a great stinking pipe again
the old school mutates or dies
goodbye old school
you have become a national holiday
needless to say they weren't listening
but it was too late for regret
the old school had initiated him
into the Clan of the Goat Poet
he sees where his next thought comes from
everything filled with clues is a clue itself
blindness is the human condition
idiocy is the subhuman condition
infantilism is the transhuman condition
anthropomorphism is the...somebody stop him
needless to say he dabbled in the grotesque
on a need to know basis so it was OK
I know a cheap eruption of demagoguery
but you can't be free if you are hiding in a mirror
also I've been getting complaints
about vestigial blandness lately
my lawyers Wanker & Bludgeon
had counseled caution in all things
so I lapsed into a 5 year waking coma
nothing to do but leave on the right note
with a casual wave and a simple screw it
in case you were wondering
everything is the way it is
so it would be believable
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